Untamed Still

Niyitanga Pacifique

But how far is afar? Will you learn?

And I hope you know what to undo.


Hello, frozen fire, I still smell your—

Smoke and feel your heat; you real.


Do we need amendments or... a no?

Freaking vices mingle with my soul.


For worse, I would bend the knee

But I still hurt and hate myself, truly.

  • Author: Niyitanga Pacifique (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2023 06:58
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 9

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